Mobb Deep:Temperature's Rising Lyrics

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YeahUh, no doubt, son, word up

(Havoc)

Word up, son, I heard they got you on the runFilled with body, now it's time to stash the gunsThey probably got the phone tap so I won't speak longGimme a half second and I'ma put you onIt's all messed up, somebody's snitchin on the crewAnd word is on the street is they got pictures of youHomicide came to the crib last night, six deepAxin on your whereabouts, so where d'you sleep?They said they just wanna question you bet me and you knowThat once they catch you, all they do is just arrest youThen arraign you, hang you, I don't think soIt's a good thing you bounced but now you're stayin lowOnce in a blue I check ta see how ya doin'I know you need loot so I send it through Western UnionThey probably knock down the doorIn the middle of the night, sometimes around fourHopin to find who they're lookin' for but they want ta seeAll they gonna find is mad empty bags of weedBut worse, son, you got the projects hotter than hellHarder for brothers to get their thug on but oh wellSon, they know too much, even the hoodrat chicksOh, you heard who did what and why I don't this shitSo stop askin, then I know I'm not goin' crazyFrom windows I see lights flashin and maybeSomebody's takin' picturesYou know who that be, police lovers and neighbourhood snitchesThey put up *?pertice?* so everybody's pointin fingersAnd lyin', aiyo son, the temp is risin'

What up, black? Hold your head wherever you atOn the flow from the cops or wings on your backsThat snitch nigga gave police your locationWe'll chop his body up in six degrees of separationKiller listen, shit ain't the same without you at homePhony niggas walk around tryin' to be your cloneThey really fear you, when you was at home you was paleThat's why they wanna see you either dead or in jailBy the time you hear this rhyme you probably be locked upTried to hussle, where along the lines your plan slipped upGot caught up in a crime that you can't take backReminisce on how I use to pick you up in the AcYears ago when we was younger seemed the hood took us under very deepWonderin who snitched and got me losin lots of sleepAt night, you know my mouth is tightI never sang to the cops 'cause that shit ain't rightSometimes I stroll past the scene of the crime and backtrackDamn, why the situation go down like dat?It'll be a long time before the heat dies downIn a couple of years, fool we'll see you aroundBut till then maintain and keep ya story the sameThe cops is grabbin wrong niggas, lookin' for someone to blameThey harrassin, strugglin to find the truthIs it a chance ya case'll get thrown out 'cause they ain't got no proofTo say you're guilty, your fingerprints filthyDeliver me the gun, I'll tie two, quickly throw it in the riverMake sure it's safe to the bottomOur smart police snuck you out at the projects, we got emBut still, but still, but still...